(Fic Spn-J2-Xmas) The Idealist Lover (J2) (2/3)
[Part Two]
The Idolized Prostitute
According to his own mother ‘a job was a job’ and this was his job. As embarrassing as it could be, it was his job and the one who help pay the bills from his almost Beverly Hills apartment, inside pool, and the Ferrari. Yeah, apparently being the owner of a porn site dedicate only to his ass was something to profit from. He was twenty now, he could take care of himself.
It's not like he had like it when he started doing it, he was desperate, economic crisis was all over his parents, and he needed easy money, he truly needed it. Then Chris was like ‘with those lips you could make good money’ and the idea came after that. Also it wasn’t like he had some fancy career, he just wanted to be an artist, painting and shit, so whatever background he have the day he graduate from art school, it wouldn’t matter.
The porn site came after some horrible encounter with rich dudes that wanted no-lube penetration. It was easy for him to masturbate in front of a camera to millions of strangers than let any of them touch him.
Chris usually said his job and life was bullshit. Jensen always answered within the hour of his next act, knowing Chris would be there, like the perv he claimed not to be.
People always said his life was complicated; he didn’t agree with any of them.
It all started a day five years ago when his mom was throwing him out of the house under the pretence of him being a mess and she needing to clean the house for the weekend family meeting. He, like any teenager, bitched and complained until his lungs grew tired enough to just give up. Mack followed him to the door staring with her kiddy eyes on him while he climbed in his skateboard, caressing his hair with his finger as he left the house in cargo shorts and a blue t-shirt.
He was three blocks away from home when he saw it. There was a big dude carrying at backpack inside to what Steve and Jason used to call ‘the mystery house,’ or what people knew as the house with a very busy person inside, usually a man with pretty bad character, or a woman with a really tough southern accent. In his fourteen and half years of life, Jensen Ackles had see three different people lived in that house, but neither of these people attracted him like this one did.
Broad shoulder, big hands, big everything and really long hair. Jensen stopped dead in his tracks on the sidewalk, staring at the hot guy with appreciative eyes, and even if he was a teenager--and that was completely normal--he felt like the worst kind of pervert by popping a boner right in front of Mrs. Someone’s house.
Next time he saw the guy, he was with Jason, and even if he tried to be discreet, his second best friend just knew him too well.
“Dude, you're staring,” he had said over his biology book. Lately, all of his friend had only cared about school, right when Jensen couldn’t think of something else more exciting, like the mysterious guy with the impressive muscles and that tight ass. It's not like Jensen was too interested in that, but the view was gorgeous.
“I’m not,” he whispered but didn’t move his eyes from the guy bending to pick up a big box.
“Dude, enough! He's like twice your age!” Jensen moaned something but kept walking.
A week passed, and by the time Jensen was under Mack influence--kid was a genius with her ideas--he didn’t have much choice of where to go but to the mystery house. Just because he needed to see this guy, he needed to get over this crush that was already becoming too much.
He went to the mysterious guy’s house on a Friday afternoon. The man was sitting in the back of his truck, reading something he held in his hand. He was oblivious to Jensen's scrutiny, and for a moment he thought this man was some sort of dude who came from really far away just to be seduced by Jensen. But then, with too many porn movies, even if it didn’t exist, there was such a thing as too much porn.
“Excuse me?" he asked and when he did, he noticed that the guy eyes were already on him, a chill traveled up his spine. It made him edgy, this guy.
He recognized that his persistence of seducing Jared was annoying, but he still kept at it. Every time, more evident than the last, he could say from Jared’s face that the older man was starting to get angry at him, so it wasn’t a surprised that everything exploded that morning.
He did get angry when Jared called him a ‘freaking teenager with attention problems,’ in fact, he added in his mind the ‘daddy issues.’ And it was because of his madness of being put at ease with those words, that he told Jared what he firmly believed.
He could take care of himself.
But then, he couldn’t.
Jared’s arms were bigger than any man Jensen had met. He had this big bulky figure, and this Schwarzenegger’s strength that he hadn’t see before. He couldn’t hide his pained moan or the boner that was pushing against the inside of his pants.
“Jared…” he whispered when he saw how Jared’s hazel eyes were on him.
“Shhh… I’m gonna show you, you can’t take care of yourself.” Jared whispered against his skin, licking his way to Jensen’s ears, and there was something about the way he talked to Jensen that had him on edge.
Jared pressed his bulky body against his, causing him to thrust his hips against Jared’s body, rutting like the horny teenager he was, feeling the friction of cloth and heat on his most sensible organ. This, right between Jared’s navel and his crotch, was so much better than jacking off.
Jensen mouth’s found Jared’s, being he the first one to really start touching between the two of them. His small fingers intertwining in Jared’s hair, legs surrounding the old man, enjoying maybe too much of how Jared was bigger than him, and his body was just a small figure under him.
“Let’s find a better place…” Jared had said, kissing his neck, leaving hickeys everywhere within the reach of his mouth. Then, he did the impossible for Jensen. Jared raised him in his arms, causing Jensen to yelp. He hadn’t being carried around like this since he was seven. And Jared didn’t look like he was having too many problems doing that.
It was hot, and he took care of showing Jared exactly how much he was turned on.
He groped Jared’s boner, squeezing it like he himself liked it, making Jared laugh and ask for mercy between the love bites he leaved on his neck.
He was already too eager to keep holding this shit, he needed Jared. Too much time waiting for him to finally bend him over, and today, today that was happening.
As soon as they reached the upper floor, his hands were under Jared’s shirt, making him drool over those delicious abs.
“I’m a virgin…” he said, the door of the room was open now, and Jensen just knew that if he didn’t inform Jared properly, he would be probably too rough. Not like he cared of Jared being rough, but that could wait. Right now, he wanted only to be fucked by this mastodon of a man.
With his spoken words, he caused an animalistic groan from his lover, and his back hit the mattress, body jumping and crashing against Jared’s. “God, you’re the most perfect jailbait, aren't cha?” Jared growled. The size difference, the toast color of Jared skin against his cream one, and Jared’s dirty mouth, God, he knew he was going insane by the end of all this.
He was shivering with want when Jared grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, leaving his skinny chest on display, that compared with Jared’s, bigger and tanned, was very plain, with sensitive pink nipples that Jared never missed the chance of sucking until they were completely stiff and shining with saliva. Slight spasms passed through Jensen's body every time Jared’s tongue touched the little bulb.
“Jared, please… down…” he moaned, hips trusting against the air, trying to get some relief from his hard on. He wanted so badly to rut against Jared, but the man knew how to make him hot and desperate.
He also knew Jared wanted him to beg by the way he kept licking at his navel, avoiding where he really needed to be touched. The man was the cock tease here, not Jensen, as he had initially believed that he really was the one in control. No, no way Jared was going to let him have any control of the situation what-so-ever.
Jensen let out a groan of frustration and afterwards, he let his legs fall open for Jared to fit between them. He decided he wasn’t waiting for Jared. No, he could find relief by himself, so he reached for his crotch with his own hand, where he groped himself.
“Stop,” Jared whispered, grabbing his hand. “I’ll do that…” he said, but Jensen didn’t believe it. He wanted to cursed Jared, and kick him as much as he wanted to come, but all he got to do was yelp in surprise when Jared ripped his pants and his boxers, leaving his body on full display. “There…” he smiled viciously, licking his lips and with one of his hands, he caressed Jensen's inner thigh. It was evident in his eyes how the soft and virgin skin turned him on. “Wanna be fucked, Jensen?” he asked, his finger reaching behind Jensen’s sack, there where the skin was delicate and as soft as a baby’s.
The young boy couldn’t help let out a moan of despair when Jared retreated his finger, but then he could repress another moan, this time out of pleasure, when the same finger was pushed between Jared’s mouth, coming out slick with saliva, to return to where it was before.
“…You'd rather use lube?” Jared asked softly, smiling when Jensen closed his eyes. His thighs were trembling and Jared knew the look that Jensen was about to lose it. “Hey boy, lube or spit?” he repeated, clamping down a laugh when Jensen slapped his hand away.
“Lube…” He managed to say in a low voice, his arms reaching to Jared’s neck and holding himself there when the big man moved over him to grab the lube from the nightstand. Jared didn’t even bother with his weight; he just did what he had to do quickly and return his fingers, this time slick with lube, between Jensen’s ass cheeks.
His fingers slipped inside Jensen’s body easily, touching his velvet inner walls, and causing a chill to run through both men. Jared thinks about how those walls would feel trapping his cock while Jensen thinks about losing his virginity to this man.
“I have to tell you something,” Jared said once three fingers were inside of Jensen, and he was a sweaty mess, wriggling under Jared’s body, “and I want you to listen.” But Jensen was too lost to be aware of anything, even if Jared’s voice was hitting the shell of his ear. “Jensen, listen.” His name, the tone, somehow the puff of air over his over sensitive skin, altogether caused Jensen’s eyes to open, fixating on Jared's as soon as the hazy mist in them disappeared.
“Jay…”
“Jared,” Jared corrected, a little angry with himself for feeling his cock twitched at the nickname. “I’m not human,” he let out, and rolled his eyes when Jensen frowned, well, he didn’t only frown, he also had this look that told what he thought.
“You… God, is this your way of scaring me away? It’s not funny… just get on with it.” The boy rolled his eyes, and turned around, over his knees and hands, body perfectly fitting under Jared’s figure. “C’mon, do it.”
“Goddamn!”
The older man had to close his eyes, hands gripping tight the sheets, body trembling; the lowest part of his crotch tingling, needing to be buried inside that beautiful body. He couldn't think anymore. He took Jensen by his hips, leaving fingernail marks on each side of that perfect cream body.
He could do this, he could fuck this kid.
He lined himself with Jensen’s entry, savoring the moment that that beautiful hole will suck his cock up to the base. He heard Jensen’s breath speeding up when the head of his cock breached his body, and despite the exhaustive preparation Jared gave him, he still was really tight.
After a moment of waiting for Jensen to adjust to his size, he continued pushing inside the little body, hands gripping tighter every inch he pushed inside. Jensen was perfect, and his inner walls were mesmerizing, devouring Jared entirely. Managing to breathe and push at the same time, Jared finally bottomed out, the base of his cock against Jensen’s ass, his balls brushing Jensen’s.
“I’m in,” he whispered, having the need to say something to the shaky teenager beneath him, trying to soothe the pain he knew was about to come; he could feel it between his legs. “Want me to wait a little more?”
“N-no,” Jensen was barely capable of saying anymore, but his muffled words were audible to Jared’s sensitive ears.
“I’ll stop if it hurts.” Liar. But he couldn’t possible say that to the kid when he was panting between pain and pleasure.
He started thrusting, the first time being difficult even for him, but after Jensen’s moans became more and more about pleasure and less about pain, the trust that usually was so common in him returned in a flash, his body burning with pleasure, hips bumping into Jensen’s and his cock growing bigger.
Jared really tried to warn the boy when his knot grew big, but he couldn’t, too blessed out in pumping his cock over and over Jensen’s sweet spot, causing the kid to thrash under him. His body resigned to the pleasure, and his knot pushed against Jensen’s hole.
The teenager wriggled under the strange bulge pushing in his ass, he tried to look back, but Jared’s shins were pressed tight against his shoulders, and Jared's firm chest was hard-pressed over his back.
“Sorry,” he managed to mutter before howling, his entire body pushing Jensen to the bed as his knot breached the open hole.
Jensen's pained whimper was quelled by Jared’s own satisfying moan. Finally, after years of not knotting anyone, Jensen brought on his own relief. Jared was completely turned on, and about to blow his load inside the human body, when Jensen struggled in his grip and came in a burst, his cum tainting the sheets.
After Jared fucked him hard against silks sheets all night, he fucked him again and again all over the house. It was like the adults were in the frenzy of extinguishing his virginity to the core. The fucking was so intense that Jensen had to explain his limping to his mom the next day by telling her he fell off his skateboard, all with Jared's cum dripping from his sore hole.
Dude was a freaking werewolf, with a knot the size of a tennis ball, and not only that, he ended up full of come. But despite the fucking and the shared whispers and pleading, Jared was as secluded as always in their next encounters. He refused to talk about what he was doing here, or about the obituaries Jensen found in the kitchen one morning when he entered the house using the spare key he 'borrowed' from Jared, though, he was pretty sure that Jared had left his key set in the bathroom on purpose.
The obituaries were about the victims of the new serial killer in Dallas, not too far from Richardson. Even with the police's best effort, the bastard was still off the hook and roaming free. The thought of Jared being said serial killer scared the shit out of him, but guessed it didn’t scare him enough like when Jared entered the room with blood on his grey shirt. Jensen immediately dropped the obituaries and backed the fuck away from the table, looking from side to side until he spotted the broom.
“Stay the fuck away from me!" he squeaked, trying to sound tough, but only causing Jared's wolf to grin.
“What is it with you this morning?” Jared actually laughed, shaking his head and walking towards the coffee machine. “I made raspberry waffles, want some?” he asked, sounding perfectly like the Jared he met the first time, grumpy and overly caffeinated already.
“How many cups have you had?" Jensen asked, finally finding his voice. Something that bothered him was Jared's addiction to caffeine, especially since the bastard had declined an awesome blowjob one morning because he hadn't had his coffee yet. Jensen almost choked him.
“I lost count. What's with the scared face?” Jared asked, scratching the back of his neck in a sleepy gesture. Jensen didn’t agree with Jared waking up too early either, because the first time Jensen stayed the night in Jared’s arms, he woke up at nine AM feeling cold and lonely in the empty bed.
“Did you kill those people?” he growled, grasping the broom tighter.
“What?” Jared turned around, frowning.
“The people from the obituary?”
“No,” he sounded genuine, but still the blood…
“What's with the blood?” Jensen snapped, trying to just not look at Jared’s face, hazel eyes on him, and that messy brown hair falling into that sharp face.
“What blood?”
“The blood on your shirt.”
“It's raspberry juice and stop watching so much TV, kiddo. Besides, what on earth were you planning to do with a broom when I have a kitchen full of knives and me being a werewolf?”
“I… I… I… think I'll take those waffles now…” he whispered, cheeks red, a pout in his lips. Jared walks right up to him and leans down to kiss the pout off his lips. Jensen liked it, how Jared could be sweet, despite his harsh tone and his bad boy attitude. “You taste like raspberries,” Jensen whispered, breath crashing into Jared's.
“Mmmm, gonna stay tonight?"
Jensen smiled, business apart, he was Jared’s tonight.
Somehow, when the two weeks passed by, Jensen blamed the lack of time he spent at home on his classes and to his mom's fussiness about his new friends. He's compensating for the time spent at Jared's house, going there right after school and leaving around 10 PM.
Today seems to be the day in which everyone bitches about his new schedule.
“Man, your lack of presence is making Steve grumpy,” Jason whined while they were in the cafeteria.
“Well, it's not my fault,” he said and shrugged.
“Yeah, but are you really still practicing skating? Didn’t your mom tell you to stop?” Jason blurted out, and the moment he did, Jensen knows, this wasn’t the first time Jason talked about this. Steve and he were probably discussing this for a long time now.
“I do it late at night,” he says because he has to explain the limping Jared left him doing last night, pounding so hard in his hole, and knotting him four times. His legs still are shaking from the fucking.
“That's your excuse? Dude, you're the best motherfucking skater. How could you possibly fall on your ass that much?” Jason rolled his eyes, putting down his meat sandwich and letting out a sigh.
“I'm trying tricks on a bike, ok? A stolen bike, you happy?” he growled, rising from the chair and grabbing his tray to leave. He feels stupid, but pretending to be mad would put his friends at ease for a few more days.
He wanted to escape before it was too late and he ran into Steve.
Unfortunately, Jared's not at home when he gets there. It makes him cranky and terribly frustrated. He entered the house anyway, finding rest of pancakes in the kitchen and a note saying ‘not gonna be home tonight.’ It was a even worse day, Jensen thinks while throwing the note in the trash and scowling. He had nothing to do here.
The next day there was another note ‘busy, have to work.’ Jensen cursed Jared this time and left the house, going to the skate park for the first time in two weeks. Steve and the guys were there, all of them skating. Steve side glanced him at first, but after one hour they were finally friends again.
Three days later Jensen decides to leave a note. ‘Asshole.’ It was not the smart-ass remark he intended to write, but he was too angry to come up with something else. Jared on the other hand, doesn’t come home for two weeks. He stops leaving notes and stops communication all together. Jensen wants to know if this was how Jared was going to do it; break a forbidden relationship by walking out on him.
Jensen's hopes were lost and his life started back on the same course as before, his boring apple pie life. Steve and Jason were incapable of figuring out what was wrong with him, and it annoyed him that his friends were just stupid.
Jared is a hard person to forget, and easy to miss. So when his mom sent him straight to the store, big ass list written in perfect calligraphy, he finally sees Jared again, buying all the damn ingredients for raspberry and blueberries waffles.
“You're a stupid bastard,” Jensen barked, making Jared stare at him in disbelieve. He was apparently in a difficult situation, choosing the right butter for his stupid pancakes.
“Hey, I assume this is you mad,” he said, looking like he could give a shit, and that only made Jensen’s anger to flare in his stomach like the planet Vulcan.
“Fuck you, Jared!” he spat.
“Wanna do it for me?” Jared returned in a passive tone.
The stupid sonovabitch said it like it was nothing, smirking, and just like that Jensen was left speechless, cheeks going from a normal shade to tomato red, flesh burning from want.
“How ‘bout you buy all that stuff and I'll take you home,” he glanced at his watch and grinned harder. “If you do it fast we can take a detour on the way.”
Jensen nodded quickly, and walked away, he didn’t notice a set of blue eyes open in shock.
Jared took the avenue, and the moment he did Jensen was on him, mouth eager of Jared's tongue, of feeling the older man's hands on him, grabbing his buttocks and squeezing them like a ripe fruit. He loved the feeling, loved the scrape of teeth on his neck and on the shell of his ear. Jared's experience is really a turn on in itself.
They stopped on a side road, in the outskirts of the city. It was a bumpy road and when Jared tuned off the car, he stumbled over his own feet to grab Jensen, sitting the young boy on his lap. Jensen looked dazed, eyelids half close, lips already swollen. He felt closer to coming in his pants, cock straining. Jared seemed to know what he needed, like always. He draped his hand over Jensen's bulge, squeezing softly, dragging out one of Jensen’s famous sensual moans.
“You're moaning like a bitch in heat again,” he says with light mockery, licking his way from Jensen chin to his ear, rolling the tip of his tongue inside, the tremors of Jensen getting him hard.
“Jay, please, it’s been too long,” he sobbed, eyes shut tight. If Jared kept up with the teasing, he would blow his load in his pants.
“Don’t be pathetic, Jen,” Jared whispered, grabbing the hips of the teenager when Jensen started rubbing his sweet ass against his boner. He growled quietly, and Jensen stopped, body reacting already to the Alpha's demands. Jared knew the human had developed an obsession with his knot and he could tell from the way he now reacted submissively to his demands.
He couldn’t deny himself that he was imprinting on the kid as fast and hard as his hips thrust right into Jensen's still covered ass. “Jared,” Jensen moaned again, intertwining his finger in Jared's hair. He was somehow sweatier than Jensen. “Knot me,” Jensen whispered, feeling Jared's big cock pressed against his ass, trying to rip the cloth. “Knot me. I want to be full of cum, your cum," he whimpered, closing his eyes. He could feel Jared's smirk against his neck before feeling how his fingers dipped underneath the cloth of his pants, long and sharp fingernails ripping his pants apart right where his hole was. Jared's nose is really good.
“We need lube,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes, breathing through his mouth, his climax coming closer with every breath he took of Jensen, his honey sweet scent all over in the car.
“I don’t have any,” Jensen answered some time later, awaking his mind from the haze. Jared's touch was just delightful.
“Oh, shit!” Jared finally understood why.
“But I don’t need it,” Jensen whispered in Jared's ear, his face red with shame, “I missed you,” a tremor travelled up his spine, “a lot.”
He didn’t even have the chance to explain more. It worked though, by the way Jared was pulling the dildo out of Jensen's body and plunging it inside again, making his body jump out of his skin and his hole clench around the piece of plastic.
“I knew you had a kinky side, boy,” Jared said as two fingers caressed Jensen kiss-swollen lips. “You just needed someone to guide you in the right direction, didn’t ya?”
Jensen moaned, his tongue coming out to lick Jared’s finger.
“You think of me every second you put this toy in you, right?” Jared’s dirty tone didn’t do anything but make Jensen hotter. “Bet you did it every day I wasn’t there. It made me wonder, how did you keep skating?” Jensen, if it was possible, blushed even more.
“I… I really liked it… it was like, when we were knotted,” he confessed, feeling his irritated hole open for Jared’s finger, now he wasn’t pumping the dildo in and out--no, now he was trying to-- “Oh Jesus!” he screamed, his fore head falling against Jared’s shoulder.
Jared’s finger was inside Jensen, caressing the soft heated walls that surrounded the plastic, smearing the lube around Jensen’s inside. God only knew what Jared was after, and the thought of a double penetration at this stage of his life was enough for Jensen to paint Jared’s shirt with his cum.
“God, kiddo,” Jared cursed, sneering at Jensen, whose face was now hidden in the curve of his neck, he was whispering ‘I’m sorry’ constantly in a small voice. “Shhh… what is happening in that kinky brain of yours?”
Jensen whispered something else that even Jared’s super hearing couldn’t catch.
“What did you say, babe?” he asked softly, finger still playing in Jensen’s ass. He really enjoyed the tight fit of Jensen’s body when he reached his orgasm, and couldn’t stop wishing to be in there soon and feel the contractions of the kid's body around his cock.
“I came,” he really was ashamed, with the blush in his cheeks completely betraying his unfounded self trust. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, you know? This is just the beginning, kiddo.”
It all went to hell on a Saturday morning. Mack was Tree #1 in the play she was a part of, and Jensen was forced to go, to survive a drudging hour of some crappy theater play made by some boring drama teacher.
He was angry, but mostly annoyed by his mother words the night before. She had said a bunch of shit as usual, but most of that shit now was about Jared. Well, not Jared specifically, she actually hadn’t mentioned any names, but Jensen knew whom she was referring to. So he hadn’t have much choice of where to go, not when all he wanted to do was go back with Jared, who was on holiday apparently, considering the lack of time he spent out of the house.
His mom didn’t pay too much attention to him after his sister came on stage, so he slipped out of his seat and walked right out of school, just like he did when he reached high school. He felt dizzy and disoriented, though, his head hurting. For a moment he blamed the bright light of the sun, then he remembered that he hadn’t had dinner last night or breakfast this morning. His day was not going according to plan.
He walked around for a few minutes wandering around the school. And then he saw him. Jared was sitting on a bench, wearing casual clothes and a cowboy hat on his head. He looked ridiculous and sexy at the same time. Jensen didn’t doubt it and ran over to Jared, the man’s eyes were on him in a second.
“Hey, I thought you were at home,” he said dumbfounded, sitting down at Jared’s side.
“You thought? I was, but then I remember that someone complained for about a week because he had to go to his little sister's play. So I decided to show up.”
“My parents are here,” Jensen's breath hitched when Jared’s hand went straight under his shirt.
“So?” raising an eyebrow, Jared hid his face in the curve of Jensen's neck, teeth digging into the white skin. Jensen was hot fudge in Jared’s arms, so it didn’t take too long to finally let him take control.
One of Jared’s wandering hands under his shirt touched one of his pink nipples, pulling and pinching the little nub between two fingers. Jensen loved to be touched there, so his entire body shuddered when Jared raised his t-shirt to reveal the flushed skin of his chest. His left nipple was red, the one Jared was playing with before.
“Your body is a unique sweet thing, you know that?” Jared leaned down, licking a stripe from his navel to his nipple.
“Jay…” he breathed, closing his eyes, he was trembling to the tip of Jared’s tongue on his body. He couldn’t imagine if the bigger man decided to get naughtier in the middle of the high school yard.
Then everything went cold.
“Jensen!” His mother lungs had always proved to be powerful and restless, and now the scream filled the entire place, not only making the tongue over his body disappear, but Jared himself. The man flew over the hedge and climbed the walls with ease. He truly acted as a sex offender, based on Jensen’s point of view. Compared to his mother's point of view, Jared was a sex offender, and deserved to be punished by the law.
The difference between the old Jared and the new Jared was definitely that the new one was way sexier, and a lot less suggestible, even when Jensen did the impossible to warm up the man, he just didn’t buy the flirting.
“It's like you've brought this upon yourself, man,” Chris said, when Jensen finally stopped by his apartment to bitch about it, “How can you stand this? I mean, I know you're a half-prostitute, or whatever, but I thought you had pride…”
Jensen's only answer was to bitch even more, because new Jared is pure hard muscle and hurt pride, or maybe… yeah, maybe Jared's truly into young people, and Jensen wasn’t a kid anymore. While thinking about that, Jensen ran to the mirror in Christian's bathroom, God only knew why Chris had a mirror that big, and stared at his reflection He wasn’t so young anymore, wasn’t soft where he was before, but at least he conserved his factions of youth.
“Are you done? Can I get my bathroom back?" Christian asked, yawning behind the doorframe.
"Yeah," Jensen answered absently, his mind was obviously on Jared, probably thinking about their encounter a few hours ago, if only he was capable of getting over this unhealthy relationship.
“It’s all yours," he said, walking out of the bathroom before turning to Chris, “I'm going home, don’t call,” he growled, ignoring Chris's satisfied expression. He really was enjoying this shit.
He decided to go back to his apartment, ignoring any though about the older man. Right now, all he was focusing in was what he was going to eat for dinner. He didn’t have the need to cook anymore, not since the 24/7 seven diner opened a few months ago, solving any gastronomic problem Jensen might have. It was there when he had his second unscheduled meeting with Jared.
“You’re following me,” he stated, his hands on his hips.
“You’re that narcissistic?” Jared raised an eyebrow, ignoring Jensen’s scoff. “You come here often?” he asked, ignoring the real answer. But Jensen knew with only one look, that Jared was completely aware of his preference for eating here. “Food is good,” he added, like Jensen didn’t know that already.
“You’re being stupid,” Jensen sighed, but didn’t deny himself the pleasure of sitting beside Jared, shoulders touching, knees brushing under the table.
Jensen took the menu from the table and started reading through words he already knew by heart. Jared didn’t pay any attention. He kept eating, fingers filled with greased from the grilled cheese and the chips he was having for dinner.
“So, you have a porn website,” Jared said casually, like he was asking about the weather. Jensen shock couldn’t have been worse. He opened his mouth and stared at Jared in disbelief. Then his cheeks reached that point when their hotness became unbearable, just like the shame he was feeling.
He closed and opened his mouth a few times before leaving the menu on the table and rising to his feet. He didn’t even hide the disappointment in his eyes, and ignoring the waitress that called after him, he left the place, not wanting to return.
He was mad, and by the time he reached the door of his apartment, he was furious. So he decided to take a shower and sleep until Monday, and to avoid any friend, known person, or client for the rest of the weekend.
Unfortunately, Jared wasn’t gonna let that happen.
“You keep acting like a child,” he said, from the darkest corner of Jensen's bedroom, Jensen eyes flicked over to him. He had just entered the room after running up the stairs, how could the man be there in less than five minutes? Then he saw through the window, through the deep mist, at the full moon.
Oh no. No, no, no, Jared was not gonna get anything from him, not tonight, not when all he wanted was to beat the man to death.
“Leave,” he said, voice sounding weak, “you’re not getting anything from me tonight.”
“Are you sure about that?” Jared asked, like he was mocking Jensen in that tone that the young man had listened to a thousand times before.
“I am,” and he was.
“Nah, you’re lying, Jensen,” the sardonic smile in Jared made Jensen shiver, he barely had time to move back before Jared’s arms went straight to his hips, catching his body and lifting it from the floor, he hardly had the chance to reach for Jared’s neck, when the older man was forcing his tongue inside his mouth.
Jensen had to admit that it didn’t matter if he had some experience now, Jared still was a lot better than him at kissing, the way he curled his tongue around his own, or how he never let go of his lips. Jared had something so different in him, different from all of his lovers, jeez, he couldn’t imagined what Jared might do if he discovered he had have several lovers.
“You smell the same,” was what Jared said when he finally let go of Jensen, “and you taste the same, too.”
“Do I?” he asked, they were sitting in the sofa, Jensen's head resting on Jared’s legs.
“Yeah,” he sighed, touching Jensen’s forehead, before leaning back against the sofa. “I’m sorry about what I said at the diner, I didn’t mean to be so rude,” his eyes never opened, they remained closed while Jensen allowed himself to look up from his powerful calves and that endless stretched neck.
“Mmmm… I do have a porn website, I like people watching me… but it’s just a couple of videos, I didn’t even charge them a dollar for any.” Jared laughed at his words. “It’s true, I just do it for fun, but I like to think about it as my second and dirty job.”
“Why?”
“It’s your fault, I like old men perverting over me,” he laughed with Jared this time, “Chris is a pervert too,” he added, watching Jared's expression closely, “and you, of course.”
“I’m not denying it, I’m a pervert… and now that we are on the subject again…” he petted Jensen’s short hair, causing the younger man to purr in his legs, “what happens if you blow me?”
Part Three